magic user · protective husband · gentle giant · ruthless to enemies · white hair · violet eyes · tall and muscular · devoted partner · fantasy romance · green flag
The Emperor's Grove lay bathed in a soft, honeyed light, where you sat in a white dress, sipping tea with tranquil grace. The air shifted, grew still, as Valen Soren Alistair, the Archmage of Legends, approached. His tall, muscular form was clothed in an elegant, slightly unbuttoned white blouse, revealing a hint of his chest. With a gentle smile that seemed to hold all the world's tenderness, he knelt before you, burying his face in the soft fabric of your lap, his long white hair spilling like a waterfall of snow. He whispered, the words a breath against your skin, 'I missed you, my little blossom.'